Sleeping With The Enèmy

Chapter Øne: Enemiès..

Y/N's Pov

I walked solemnly, into the enormous prison that they called school. It wasn't any worse than home though. Any escape from my abusive step father and walking dead mother is heaven. But school? I'd rather be on the streets than here.

I placed my things into my locker, grabbing my binder and books. I felt somebody tug at my hair and I turnt around to see Ariel White scolding at me.

I sighed and closed my locker walking away from her. Only to make her game a little more intense. Somehow she had managed to put her foot in front of mine, and bring it foreward in one swift movement causing, me to fall to the floor. My papers flew everywhere and laughs erupted through the hall around us.

I looked up at Ariel, tears threatening to fall from my eyes. I was too weak, tired, and broken to fight back. As always. I gathered my things as the bell rung and kids scurried quickly towards their first period classes.

As I finished picking up my things, I felt somebody standing over me. I looked up to see the most gorgeous guy in school. Chresanto. Chresanto August. But his looks were deceiving. He was mean, and careless. Just like everyone else.

"Do you need help?" He asked.

I hesitated but nodded only causing, him to laugh. He grabbed my thing's out of my hands and threw them to the floor, using his foot to make them scatter around the hallway. He laughed again walking away. Leaving me alone in this cold, haunting hallway.

When, I finally finished picking up my things, I placed them into my locker and ran out of the school building. Maybe, skipping wasn't a bad idea today.

I walked around until my legs started aching. I looked at the time on my phone. Nobody, would be home until 5:35 pm. That gave me more than enough time. I walked into my house, and walked upstairs into my room.

I looked into my full length mirror. I looked ugly, useless, and worn out. My appearance only matched my mood. Maybe it was the baggy jeans, or the old sneakers, maybe the oversized sweater, or my messy hair.

Maybe, people treated me this way because, I made myself an easy target. But starting right now? I wouldn't be.

I knelt down beside my bed and lifted up the mattress, grabbing the envelope my father had given me before he passed. Inside was over $70,000. Maybe it was time for a new appearance. I would no longer be that weak girl, that hid behind baggy clothes, at least not outside of this house. I grabbed my car keys and walked outside. Now, was the beginning of my new life story.